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... - tiers , where they are hospitably entertained . Shep . " Wanderer ! whither dost thou roam ? Weary wanderer , old and grey ! Wherefore hast thou left thine home In the sunset of thy day ? " Wanderer . " In the sunset of my day ,
... - tiers , where they are hospitably entertained . Shep . " Wanderer ! whither dost thou roam ? Weary wanderer , old and grey ! Wherefore hast thou left thine home In the sunset of thy day ? " Wanderer . " In the sunset of my day ,
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... thine injured country's sake . On the western hills afar Evening lingers with delight , While she views her favourite star Brightening on the brow of night . Here , though lowly be my lot , Enter freely , freely share All the comforts ...
... thine injured country's sake . On the western hills afar Evening lingers with delight , While she views her favourite star Brightening on the brow of night . Here , though lowly be my lot , Enter freely , freely share All the comforts ...
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... thine : Let them mingle in the ring With these poor lost babes of mine . " Shep . " Join the ring , my girls and boys ; This enchanting circle , this Binds the social loves and joys ; ' Tis the fairy - ring of bliss ! ” · Wand . " O ye ...
... thine : Let them mingle in the ring With these poor lost babes of mine . " Shep . " Join the ring , my girls and boys ; This enchanting circle , this Binds the social loves and joys ; ' Tis the fairy - ring of bliss ! ” · Wand . " O ye ...
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... thine immortal name Inspiration to my tongue ! * While the lingering moon delay'd In the wilderness of night , Ere the morn awoke the shade Into loveliness and light : - GALLIA's tygers , wild for blood , Darted on our sleeping fold ...
... thine immortal name Inspiration to my tongue ! * While the lingering moon delay'd In the wilderness of night , Ere the morn awoke the shade Into loveliness and light : - GALLIA's tygers , wild for blood , Darted on our sleeping fold ...
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... thine altar , Death ! * Wildly scatter'd o'er the plain , Bloodier still the battle grew ; — O ye Spirits of the slain Slain on those your prowess slew : In this miserable conflict , many of the Women and Children of the UNDERWALDERS ...
... thine altar , Death ! * Wildly scatter'd o'er the plain , Bloodier still the battle grew ; — O ye Spirits of the slain Slain on those your prowess slew : In this miserable conflict , many of the Women and Children of the UNDERWALDERS ...
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age to age ALBERT Alps arms Art thou battle birth blaze bliss blood blow Bow'd brave breast breath breeze burn'd canton of URI charms clouds cold country's dark daughter dead dear death despair earth EDMUND enchantment eternal expiring faithless fathers fell fire Fire from heaven flame fled flood flowers foes fond FRIEND GALLIA's GAULS glory grave grief Hark head heart heaven hoary hope and fear horror hurl'd JAMES BALLANTYNE Lake land light Lyre MEMNON morn Mother mountains mournful Muse's NATURE'S night numbers o'er OCEAN pale peace plain poor repose rest rill roam rocks roll'd rose scene seem'd shade Shep Sire slain slaves sleep smile soft sorrows soul spirit star storm sweet sweetly Swiss tears tempest thee thine thou Thrice tomb Twas UNDERWALDEN vale Valley Vengeance voice Wand WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND waves weary weep wild wilderness wind wounds youth
Popular passages
Page 80 - There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found ; And while the mouldering ashes sleep Low in the ground, " The soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay,. In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! " The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die!
Page 175 - The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins since the world began, Of HIM afford no other trace Than this, — THERE LIVED A MAN ! 63 THE HARP OF SORROW.
Page 173 - LOT. ONCE in the flight of ages past, There lived a man : — and who was he ? Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Page 152 - Lights pale October on his way, And twines December's arms. The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale^ O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume. The violet in the vale. But this bold floweret climbs the hill. Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill, Peeps round the fox's den.
Page 73 - The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Page 74 - Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; — O my mother Earth ! Take home thy Child.
Page 126 - Welcome to a Land of Rest ! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky.
Page 77 - Though long of winds and waves the sport, Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam, LIVE ! — thou shalt reach a sheltering port, A quiet home. " To FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame, And was thy friend a deadly foe, Who stole into thy breast to aim A surer blow ?
Page 123 - Prisoner, long detained below, Prisoner, now with freedom blest, Welcome from a world of woe ; Welcome to a land of rest " : Thus the choir of angels sing, As...
Page 174 - The changing spirits' rise and fall, We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all. He suffered, — but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed, — but his delights are fled ; Had friends, — his friends are now no more ; And foes, — his foes are dead. He...